It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by the dust and sweat and blood … who at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who, at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly; so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory or defeat.
Teddy Roosevelt

Activity on here has been sparse to nonexistent, but I decided I’d wait until I’m finished with school before I focused on art again. Trying to do both simultaneously is too stressful. So in about a week I’ll be done with classes and be able to start making art again. Stay tuned.

*collecting references of Steve Rogers and the Winter Soldier so when she’s done with school and has time for art she can make pretty gritty conceptual character paintings*

Level 25 Complete. Level 26 Begin.

Spent my 26th birthday like any respectable adult would. Saw Captain America 2 in theaters, new Agents of SHIELD on tv, ate homemade apple pie on paper Batman party plates, and enjoyed presents (all of which were Batman related, with the exception of a Miyazaki art book).

I’m enjoying the slow ascent to 30.

Thanks for the birthday wishes, guys <3

Homemade Bat-Apple Pie for my birthday. Because normal latticing is just kinda boring. Crude but effectively delicious. Pre-oven shot (left) and post-oven shot (right).

Last year’s theme was Halloween: [cobweb pie]

So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
And so I dream of going back to be.
It’s when I’m weary of considerations,
And life is too much like a pathless wood
Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs
Broken across it, and one eye is weeping
From a twig’s having lashed across it open.
I’d like to get away from earth awhile
And then come back to it and begin over.
May no fate willfully misunderstand me
And half grant what I wish and snatch me away
Not to return. Earth’s the right place for love:
I don’t know where it’s likely to go better.
'Birches' by Robert Frost
Don’t judge every day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.
Robert Louis Stevenson

Official Notice: If you follow me for any reason other than my art, you might want to unfollow. Blog’s been pared down to 97% art. Any fandom stuff from here on out will be drawn, painted, comicked, animated, or sewn. Time to get serious.


"It may be answered that one should wish to be both, but, because it is difficult to unite them in one person, it is much safer to be feared than loved." [&#8216;Il Principe&#8217; - Machiavelli] 

I&#8217;ve always been fond of the myth of Scylla&#8212; a nymph (in some stories) that&#8217;s turned into a fearsome monster with "six long necks equipped with grisly heads, each of which contained three rows of sharp teeth. Her body consisted of twelve tentacle-like legs and a cat&#8217;s tail while four to six dog-heads ringed her waist. In this form she attacked the ships of passing sailors, seizing one of the crew with each of her heads." [x]Sometimes it feels easier to pretend to be some strange, bizarre creature than just a weird girl. Some things are simpler that way. But sometimes you forget whether it&#8217;s just a mask or if it&#8217;s become something deeper&#8230;Those are the difficult days.
Sakura microns, watercolors, black India ink.

"It may be answered that one should wish to be both, but, because it is difficult to unite them in one person, it is much safer to be feared than loved." [‘Il Principe’ - Machiavelli]

I’ve always been fond of the myth of Scylla— a nymph (in some stories) that’s turned into a fearsome monster with "six long necks equipped with grisly heads, each of which contained three rows of sharp teeth. Her body consisted of twelve tentacle-like legs and a cat’s tail while four to six dog-heads ringed her waist. In this form she attacked the ships of passing sailors, seizing one of the crew with each of her heads." [x]

Sometimes it feels easier to pretend to be some strange, bizarre creature than just a weird girl. Some things are simpler that way. But sometimes you forget whether it’s just a mask or if it’s become something deeper…Those are the difficult days.

Sakura microns, watercolors, black India ink.

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A laugh can be a very powerful thing. Why, sometimes in life, it’s the only weapon we have.
[Roger Rabbit, Who Framed Roger Rabbit]
(Reblogged from inkstainsandbattythings)
You had me at &#8220;dual katanas.&#8221;I wanted a Slade Valentine *laughing*. Didn&#8217;t want to draw the island costume and didn&#8217;t want the bulk of the full present costume, so I compromised somewhere in the middle.

You had me at “dual katanas.”

I wanted a Slade Valentine *laughing*. Didn’t want to draw the island costume and didn’t want the bulk of the full present costume, so I compromised somewhere in the middle.

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This year’s batch of Valentine’s Day cards. Wasn’t in the mood for limericks this year, so punny phrases of affection! Designed my own Poison Ivy.

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For the record, I do know that today isn’t Valentine’s day *laughing*, but I wanted to throw the old cards on tumblr today because the new ones will be up tonight or tomorrow :)